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Left the vagabonds
 A trail of stones
Foward to find my way home

Now as the air grows cold
The trees unfolds
And I am lost and not found

And who knows
Who knows, who knows, who knows

 

Total look ZARA

THE WOMAN WITH THE LONG NECK

Amedeo Modigliani ©

I said sometimes it’s better just not to ask
but your love stood strong and pressed hard-on through that
maybe I should've lied but my two wrongs wouldn't a made it right.
And however pathetic it sounds upon it’s hearing it’s true I have been tried
and have tried, and god knows I’ve asked him why.

And what little I am able to know of love I know that it hurts, it’s sick, it’s sick, it’s sick...

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If to borrow is to take and not return

I've borrowed all my lonesome life

And I can't, I can't get through 

The borrower's debt is the only regret of my youth

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